2 days... 2 new pairs of shoes.

Yesterday Mr. Dietz was helping a student to mix plaster to make a mold so that she could do a subtractive sculpture. They had 14 gallons of plaster in a big garbage can and had just finished mixing all the plaster in when the student noticed a small leak coming out of the side. Mr. Dietz quickly put his finger over the spot and then tried to place duct tape over the leak.

Well that didn't quite work... When you're dealing with plaster it tends to harden pretty quickly within a half hour of mixing it so usually any leaks that one might have would seal themselves off eventually. Apparently this plastic garbage can had never heard of such a thing because it soon sprouted a larger leak. Then it formed a 12 inch crack which leaked out almost everything in the barrel onto Mr. Dietz's shoes and the floor.

It took us a while to clean up... a couple hours that is (it was 14 gallons worth), but eventually the floor was back to normal again.

Well, today Mr. Dietz and I are mixing clay in the basement area of the school, and so we took all of the barrels of watered down clay down there. Each barrel probably weighs about 500-600 lbs. a piece, but they are on wheels so it is not as hard to maneuver around.

Well we took all four barrels from the top floor and down the elevator to the basement level. We pushed them all the way to the maintenance garage area without any incident...

Until...

...we had the barrels all the way into the room. There is a large rug on the floor by the entrance to the room. When Mr. Dietz was bringing his first 500 lb. barrel in he was pushing it in front of him. The barrel got caught on the rug at some point thus toppling it over in the forward direction. Mr. Dietz seeing that it was falling and trying to stop it from falling ended up landing his feet in the large puddle of clay that came out of the barrel.

Not only did Mr. Dietz get plaster and clay on two different pairs of shoes, but they also splattered all over 2 different pairs of pants.

I can already tell that being an art teacher is going to be expensive when it comes to replacing things in my wardrobe that have been ruined by my tendency to be a clutz.